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[A/N: Had an idea for another YouHane fic, and it just wouldn’t go away, so I had to give it priority. It’s a really fun ship to write, even if it isn’t necessarily my favourite otherwise.]

“Shit, shit, shit,” Yohane muttered under her breath. Her alarm hadn’t gone off this morning, and her backup had gotten messed up by last night’s power outage, so that hadn’t gone off either. She had missed first period, but she should be able to make second period. If nothing else got in her way. At least the weather had cleared up.

On her way she happened upon Chika, Riko, and You in the hallway. They were engaged in some conversation Yohane couldn’t make out, but that stopped when they noticed her.

“Good morning, Yoshiko-chan!” Chika spoke first, sounding as cheerful as ever. Yohane was really not in the mood for this today. What with being generally grumpy over being too late, and not a morning person in the first place, it annoyed her extra to be called Yoshiko today. When were they going to get it right? But before she could retort…

[A/N: I got really into Fate Extella, and now that I’ve completed it, I’ve had an idea for a short story between the (female) protagonist Hakuno and Nero. Things kept getting in their way in the game.]

“Saber, you can’t wrestle a chimera,” I say, as insistently as I can. I had a feeling this ‘lion hunt’ wouldn’t go quite as intended.

“I can, and I will!” Nero says with her usual unfaltering confidence. I’ll grant that she managed to subdue the beast, and keep it one piece, but…

“It’s going to be a danger to the audience, though. More than it will be to you,” I say. The thought of that thing breathing fire on the stands, or jumping into the audience, fills me with a certain amount of dread. “It’s far more dangerous than a lion.”

[A/N: It’s been a while since the last entry in this series now, so to spare anyone who doesn’t want to go back and read those previous stories, here’s the TL;DR: Aoba and Hifumi are living together, and are engaged.]

Hifumi is resting in the office at home. There had been a meeting at work today, and by the time she got home she was exhausted. Aoba had gone shopping to give Hifumi some quiet time. Hifumi smiles fondly thinking about her fiance, certain she has made the right choice.

She could have gone taken a nap in bed, but if she ends up sleeping too long, it will ruin her night’s sleep. Dimming the lights in the office, and resting on the couch in there is an acceptable alternative. She has a napping pillow similar to the one at work, and is currently resting on her side while gently petting Sojiro with two fingers. The little hedgehog has a perpetually grumpy look, but Hifumi can tell he loves her. She’s sure he likes Aoba too, even if Aoba isn’t as convinced. She puts too much stock in his expression.

[A/N: Another Umiko/Nene fic, because they are so darn cute. It’s a sequel to the previous one, but I don’t think you necessarily have to have read it to enjoy this one.]

“Umicchi!” Nene called out while hurrying over to Umiko. For her part, Umiko’s eyebrow twitched.

“I told you not to call me that,” Umiko said in a dangerous tone, and started reaching into her purse.

“Ah, don’t shoot me! I’m sorry, Umiko-san,” Nene said quickly, throwing up her hands as a sense of panic settling over her. But Umiko didn’t stop, and out of her purse she pulled! Some breath mints.

“Don’t be silly, Sakura-san. I wouldn’t be so foolish as to take out a gun in public,” Umiko said with a satisfied smile. Not that she was carrying one anyway, but hopefully that reaction meant Nene had learned better. “But seriously, don’t call me that. I mean it. You want one?” She offered a breath mint to Nene.

“Sure,” Nene said a little hesitantly, lowering her hands slowly. Just in case there was a catch to it. However, she just got a breath mint. It tasted minty. A bit stronger than she expected.

[A/N: Another fictional character’s birthday, another short story! Since I learned Honoka’s is just two days after Chika’s, I decided to combine them. ]

“Happy birthday, Chika!”

Chika looked at the cake on the table in front of her. It even had candles, and her name in frosting. She looked over at the two sitting on the other side of the table. Riko was beaming, and You was grinning widely. When did they…

“When did you… how long have you planned this?” Chika asked. They were at a restaurant in Tokyo, not back home. So how had they gotten a cake?

“Now try on this next one,” You said, and eagerly handed Riko a black and white dress, with a skirt in various hues of purple.

Riko smiled at You’s eagerness. She definitely didn’t mind modelling for her girlfriend, especially because of how cute You was when she got really into it. But the redhead had to wonder how You found the time to make so many outfits. This would be the third one, and it didn’t seem like it was the last.

“What’s this one for?” Riko asked as she held it up. There was something that seemed a little bit familiar about it.

“Oh, I figured for Halloween we could all dress in the same style as Yoshiko-chan,” You said cheerfully. She did indeed have a couple more outfits in mind before they were done, and she hoped Riko wouldn’t object to them.

[A/N: I got the idea to write two different versions of the same story. There’s basically the same events, but in this one Riko and You are not dating, and in the other one they are.]

“Now try on this next one,” You said, and eagerly handed Riko a black and white dress, with a skirt in various hues of purple.

Riko had been quite eager herself when You invited her over to do some modelling, as she’d take any excuse for the two of them to hang out. But she hadn’t expected there to be so many outfits. They had already done two, this was the third, and it looked like You had more. How did she find the time to make them all?

“What’s this one for?” Riko asked as she held it up. There was something that seemed a little bit familiar about it.

“Oh, I figured for Halloween we could all dress in the same style as Yoshiko-chan,” You said cheerfully. She did indeed have a couple more outfits in mind before they were done, but things were proceeding well so far.

Mizuki was feeling a little disheartened. She knew that wasn’t like her, but every so often she could allow herself a bit of weakness. Especially when she was alone in the student council room. There was nothing really wrong with her own room, but it was like it was easier to think in here. Surely being president could afford her that much, as all obligations were done for the day.

The source of her frustration was Yuko, or rather her continued failures to get anywhere with Yuko. At this point it felt like she had tried everything. Or if not everything, at least she was running low on ideas. And there was the possibility that she was the unluckiest woman on the planet. Which wasn’t exactly a logical thing to presume, but considering how many of her efforts had been spoiled by mere chance, she wasn’t willing to rule it out.

It was time for their next progress meeting, and Umiko was heading for the place where she was meeting Nene. Something had been on her mind regarding these meetings though. Weren’t they sort of like dates? They fed each other ice cream. That’s a date thing. Even using the same spoon. A slight hint of pink manifested on Umiko’s cheeks.

But she knew better than to make assumptions without further proof. Nene was a little younger, and perhaps it’s common for her to do that stuff as just a friendly thing. Perhaps she was oblivious to what she was doing. That was also a possibility. Nene might be a bit childish, but Umiko could admit she was a little charmed by this brash girl. It was easy to feel relaxed around her, especially because of how straight-forward she was.

She smiled slightly as she approached their meeting place, and saw Nene had arrived first this time. Perhaps Umiko should ambush her, but there wasn’t a lot of cover. Had Nene purposefully placed herself as much in the open as possible? Umiko figured she might as well just approach normally.

“Be home by nine, okay?” Dia says while her sister is finding her jacket and shoes.

“I don’t think I’m gonna stay that long, Dia,” Ruby replies. She doesn’t understand why Dia is making such a big fuss. She’s been to visit friends before several times. Okay, pretty much only Hanamaru, but just because she is going somewhere else for once…

“Do you have everything? Wallet, keys, phone?” Dia asks next. She keeps telling herself there’s nothing to worry about, but she still remains worried. Part of her wants so very much to tell Ruby she isn’t allowed to go, but that might just make Ruby upset. Even if it is for her own good.